The Elements

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In many ancient cultures, there were only four elements that were considered part of the world. These were air, water, fire, and earth. They believed that these elements made up all that existed. However, modern chemists believe they have sufficiently disproved this theory. The knowledge of the ancients is now considered to be nothing more than a fancy.................

The year is now 2050. Pollution is at a record high, and no major technological advancements have been made. This is an Earth in major trouble. Overpopulation, smog, streets littered with garbage, very little clean drinking water...these are now the norm. The world is not expected to live much longer, and many people are merely waiting for the end.

From the Mariana Trench came a few dribbles of pure, clean water...these specks of water congealed until a small fish made entirely from water began swimming rapidly toward the U.S.

From the Stromboli Volcano in the midst of yet another eruption came a few embers burning white-hot. These embers combined, forming a small fire slug. This slug sprouted small wings, and it flew toward the U.S.

In the Sahara desert, a sarcophagus burst open, letting a few dribbles of sand come forth. It formed a scorpion (with wings) and it too, headed toward the U.S.

Atop Mt. Everest, the wind concentrated and formed a small bird, which flew toward the U.S.

New York City: 2:03 PM

A manhole burst open as water burst forth with more power than a fire hydrant. This spread, cracking the street. The plumbing of the city all exploded, adding to the torrent of water. A hurricane force wind seemed to be combating this water, and they tore the city apart from their struggles. Soon, the entire city lay in ruin. The water formed large tentacles, which wrapped around an unseen object and squeezed. A shriek of fury, and the wind stopped. The water collapsed...it's power source withdrawn, chasing it's escaping prey.

Washington D.C.: 4:13 PM

Fire burst from the Lincoln Memorial as the entire structure collapsed. The earth itself heaved, obliterating the White House, killing the President. A massive monster of fire, and a golem of earth began to struggle for control, trampling all under their feet. After the entire city was completely destroyed, the golem seemed to gain the upper hand. It began to smother the fire, forcing the fire to reform into a bat, which flew away, shrieking. The earth rose up around the golem, and when the earth returned to normal, the golem was gone.


The ancient elements are awake. They are mad with grief over what has happened to their planet, and they blame each other for the decline of Earth. It is obvious if they continue to fight, they will destroy the Earth as it is known today. You, as a human, have several possible paths.

1. Survive. This world is dangerous...just living in it is going to be a challenge. You think nothing else matters if you live.

2. Calm the elements. You believe that the world will only know true peace once more when the fighting is done, and that the elements should help return the Earth to beauty.

3. Control the elements. There is a well-known piece of lore that the right item, combined with the right words, will control one of the elements (4 word combinations, 4 items, one for each element). You, for either selfish or selfless purposes, wish to gain control over one of these primeval forces of nature.

4. Other (specify)

NOTE: I am going to play the four elements (NPCs) and I reserve the right to move the story along if someone doesn't post after a long time when they need to.

Bio:

Name: (YOU ARE A HUMAN)
Age:
Gender:
Goal(s): (1, 2, 3, 4, or a combination of them))
Reason for goal(s) chosen:
Appearance:
Bio: (remember, no major technological advancements have been made since the present time)


All normal rules and Campfire rules apply...good luck, and have fun :)

P.S. For normal advancements/happenings, I'll type in black. When I'm playing as an element, I'll use the color most commonly associated with the element in question (red, blue, brown, and green for fire, water, earth, and air, respectively)
 
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Name: Francis Cardinal
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Goal(s): Three
Reason for goal(s) chosen: Why not? It'd be cool, right?
Appearance: average height, slightly above average build, average looks, with average hair, and piercing grey eyes. But for the eyes, he would be lost in a crowd.
Bio: Francis was born in the midwest, Midwest America that is, in a little town called Omaha. Omaha is a fairly peaceful city, but nothing much happens there. When Francis found out that the elements have come to destroy the world, and had already destroyed the government, he went online to research. He found that the elements can be controlled. Francis hopes to control them all, but he will be content with one element under his control.
 

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Name: Dr. Crystal Peters, Ph. D Archaeology/Classical Studies

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Goal: 3

Reason for goal chosen: To survive is a given, world peace has never been attained why should destruction change things? Might be able to do more good by controlling rather than appeasing elements.

Appearance: Long brown hair, brown eyes, fair complexion, sharp angular facial features, thin petite body, wire rimmed glasses, wheelchair-bound (paraplegic).

Bio: Crystal grew up in the Midwest United States, and more specifically in rural Wisconsin. At the age of ten she lost the use of her legs in an automobile accident, due to partial spinal cord injury. After extreme depression, she turned to books and academia for solace. Through a combination of; high intelligence, diligence, and extra classes through summer months, she was able to attain straight A's and a full scholarship to the college of her choice. She had heavy interest in history and ancient culture, and eventually earned her Ph.D in Archaeology. She is currently a professor of undergraduate studies in classical civilization and history at NYU.
 

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(Ok, let's start...I have a feeling most of the RPers are unsure as to what path this will take, and what better way then to show them? Btw, I will not make a character right now, but if I feel it will help the story I reserve the right to do that.)

The embodiment of water hung over the Great Lakes. They were completely filthy...nothing worth drinking, or even possible for humans to purify. Anger engulfed the element. How could the humans be this careless? Water was needed to survive, and in the absence of clean water, the element was weak. Growling slightly, it dove into the nearest lake, Lake Michigan. The water began to bubble and glow, and slowly the water began to turn clear. Sand began to fly as the water spirit spun and spun, releasing its power, cleansing the water. It must be cleansed...it thought.

The element of earth was still in D.C...albeit under it. It was busy at work eliminating all traces of human contamination from the soil underneath America's capital. It seemed that in its sleep the human race had decided the earth was not worth cherishing. It was obvious that if the rest of the world was like this, that food must be scarce. The element paused in it's labors. A disturbance was felt to the west...with a roar of fury, the earth element recognized the source of the concern was...the element paused. It could not remember the element's name...or, now that it thought of it, any of their names...including its own. Pushing that thought away, it tore through the earth, heading towards the Great Lakes, ready to punish the foolish spirit of water for daring to move earth.
 

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Name: Jack Connor
Age:23
Gender:Male
Goal(s): 1 & 3
Reason for goal(s) chosen: Self preservation is always top priority, however if being able to control the elements and make them go away (without infringing on mission 1) is at all possible it would be desirable
Appearance: 6' tall, Dark short brown hair, brown eyes. Dressed in a long brown trenchcoat, black trousers and an old set of police body armour Jack look likes a stereotype P.I.
Bio: With society crumbling all around him Jack found work in the NYPD busy and fulfilling however a deep interest in the Occult (and the small matter of taking bribes) landed him in trouble with his superiors, deciding to leave the NYPD (before he was fired) Jack set up shop as a Private Investigator.
 

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Name: Dave Reinhardt
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Goal(s): 1 first, 2 or 3 if 1 is achieved.
Reason for goal(s) chosen: Dead men have a hard time controlling the elements. That's why Dave's first priority is to survive. If that works out, he'll consider the whole element thing.
Appearance: 5' 11 tall with very dark brown, shaggy hair and a relatively good build. He looks sloppy at best, since he is reluctant to waste precious water on washing his clothing.
Bio: Dave grew up in a remote part of New Hampshire, and learned how to field dress wild game before he could ride a bike. He knows everything there is to know about survival, and he intends to do what he does best, and nothing more. He carries a few essential survival tools, such as a knife and a lighter everywhere in the backpack he uses to trek across the land.
 

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New York 2:15
The cars tires screeched across the road narrowly avoiding an exploding man hole cover, water shot into the air like some sort of fountain, Jack couldn't believe his eyes... was this some kind of earth quake? or maybe a tidal wave? either way Jack knew he had to get out of the city as fast as possible. The wheels on Jack's imported Audi spun as he desperatley tried to outrun the water flooding all around. A part of his mind couldn't help but point out how pure this water was it was actually blue as opposed to the brownish soup he'd been forced to drink last night his mind also pointed out that this much clean water would kill him a point puctuated by the sudden appearance of a stream straight ahead of him. Jack swore he was going too fast and distance was too short the car aquaplaned wildly out of control before colliding head first into a McDonalds smashing through the window and straight into the kitchen giving a whole new meaning to the word "Drive-Thru"
 
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Crystal watched the news of the devastation wrought to New York City by some unknown phenomenon with a mix of nausea and abject horror from the living room of her home in Nutley, New Jersey. Only the luck of having taken the day off from instructing, after having been a key note speaker at a conference concerning recent archaeological finds located off the coast of Japan and having originated from Egypt, had placed her in her home as opposed to being stranded at NYU and trapped with countless surviving students, staff, and faculty. She rubbed her quivering hand across her lips, and shut the television off. She couldn't stand to watch any longer.


She did not move for some time, frowning at nothing, and thinking about everything she could to assimilate the situation. A car horn blaring repeatedly shook her out of her thoughts. She turned her chair, and rolled over to the large paned window of her living room. She shifted the curtain aside slightly, and noticed several of the neighbors were hurriedly scrambling about, trying to stuff as much of their junk into their cars as was humanly possible, while saving room to wedge themselves in. She dropped the curtain and shook her head muttering, "Where do they intend on going? Utter chaos and strife is the name for today."


She backed away from the window and headed to the washroom. She leaned over and put the plug into the bathtub. She sat up and turned the tap. She watched as murky water started cascading out from the spigot, and began to fill the tub. She frowned as the inkling of a thought began to tug at her consciousness. She turned in place and plugged the sink. She turned that water on as well, and watched as the basin began to fill. She spoke to herself again, a habit she was very set with due to living alone, as she stared at the water, "That's right Crystal. You read the first step to any survival situation is attaining water. Fill everything you can, because you might not be able to soon."


She lifted her eyes to look at the light on the ceiling, and wondered how long power would last if everybody fled. She stopped the sink, and waited for the tub to keep filling. As she stared at the water, that nagging thought struck her again. It wasn't well formed, and felt like something she was forgetting or hadn't noticed, but should have. She sighed, and turned the tub spigot off. She leaned over the side of her chair, and retrieved a gallon of bleach and a measuring cup. She measured out enough bleach to neutralize whatever muck and bacteria was in the water of the tub and poured it in. She stirred her hand through the water, and repeated the process in the sink. The government had long ago issued edicts of proper water treatment through boiling or neutralizing chemicals.


She rested her forearm on the sink counter and watched the water drop off of it. She was about to turn away to start the process of emptying any containers she could to fill, when a rivulet of water tendriled as it flowed across the countertop. She stared at it, when the thought that had been teasing her mind struck full force. It wasn't just water main bursts that caused the destruction. She frowned as the memory of a grainy cell phone image somebody had sent to the news program she'd been watching formed in her mind. The water looked like tentacles, encircling nothing. It wasn't logical. Liquid moved through the path of least resistance. Physics argued the grainy image she had remembered, and which was dismissed almost immediately by the newsfeed in lieu of more pictures of human suffering, could not happen. The image bespoke of will and consciousness almost.


She backed out of the washroom, and rolled her way to the study, her favorite room in her home. She opened the door, and couldn't help but smiling as the musty smell of old books and paper emenated from within. She was a terrible bibliophiliac, having caught the bug shortly after her accident, and her personal affliction, as she jokingly referred to her collection, was historical obscurity. She actively sought any literature which would be colloquially classified as wierd, exotic, before its time, eccentric, or bizarre. Living alone afforded her the luxury to feed her addiction, by being able to spend more money on the ancient tomes, books, and texts that were arrayed before her in a surprisingly expansive library.


She rolled up to the numerous bookshelves and stopped before the first as she began perusing the titles. She'd read something from some truly obscure book referencing alchemical practices and theory, which she had bought as part of a lot at auction years ago. She recalled having dismissed the literature as hooey almost immediately. Now, she couldn't recall exactly what it was that she'd read, but that nagging thought was calling to her again as her delicate fingers traced across the bindings of her beloved books. She knew the forgotten information wasn't the answer to all this, but it felt like it was the first step to understanding.
 

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Tendrils of consciousness filtered through to Jacks mind bringing him back to the land of the living the pain radiating from the centre of his face told him as much anyway. Gently probing the affected area he quickly realised that despite the Audi's Airbags going off he'd still managed to break his nose, groping around blindly beneath the inflated airbag Jack found the keys to his car and turned off the engine, he wasn't going to be driving anywhere in a hurry...not in this car anyway. Dragging his aching body out from the crumpled chassis of his car he slowly made his way through the ruins of the restraunt, thank god it had been empty at the time else he'd have surely killed someone.

Outside he could still hear the sirens of emergency vehicles and the panicked cries of people and they're cars trying to escape the flooded city though for some reason the torrents of water seemed to have lost some of its initial impetus maybe it was all over? Jack doubted this very much something was seriously wring with the world and he meant to find out what.

Leaving the ruins of the restaurant behind him Jack headed towards his office it was only a short walk from where he was currently and besides there was way of leaving the city not with all cars either in use or destroyed and the subway filled to the brim with water, Pure Water! he still couldn't get his head around it where had it all come from? why here? why now? and why did it have to try and kill him?
The door to his office was just up ahead only a couple more burning wrecks to thread his way through and he'd be inside and hopefully from there he could start piecing together what was going on or so he hoped.
 

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The element of earth had come to the Great Lakes. It was obvious what was happening...the element of water was being selfish, as usual, only thinking of its precious water...couldn't it see that the earth was more important?? In a rage, the element of earth caused a massive spear of rock to impale the spinning water spirit, catching it by complete surprise. It flew out of Lake Michigan and was hurled back toward the newly destroyed New York City.

The element of air had fled to the stratosphere after losing to the water spirit. It was in a rage. HOW had it lost to the weakling that was water? It fumed for a while, then noticed the poor condition of the air it was in. The pollutants had all but destroyed the ozone layer, and surely the air quality was shortening the lives of the humans...the humans that had done this to the air. It decided right then and there that it would punish the humans for what they had done. It judged the quality of air, decided it was worst in the far east. It flew there, full of rage, toward the country known to the humans as China.

Fire was raging, and when fire raged, the foolish mortals knew better than to be nearby. Furious over losing to earth, it had retreated to the Amazon. The element of fire had never been one for reason, and it decided the smart thing to do was to set fire to the remnants of the once great Amazon Rainforest. (To the observer, it should be noted this would hurt air more than earth). Very soon, the entire Rainforest was ablaze. The element of fire laughed...who DARED question his power now?
 

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Jack walked into the relative safety of his office it was a small room with an adjoining bathroom next door, situated above a Chinese restaurant the place forever smelled of stale Wonton and noodles but the rent was cheap and to Jack that was what really mattered. Locking the door behind him, Jack flicked on the light its dim bulb casting shadows across his meagre possessions: a Desk ,a chair an old bookcase stuffed with spy novels and obscure books on the Occult, a kettle and a mini fridge. Walking over to bathroom in the corner jack washed the blood from his face as best he could and listened to the world.
Outside he could hear the rain falling down faster and faster the main road which had been dry for the most part only a few minutes ago was now ankle deep in water, people were trying to escape the city however they could, arguments broke out over transport and possessions Jack had witnessed one man gunning down another over a raincoat, no much safer to stay in doors for now and avoid the crazies no matter how dangerous this city had become...besides Jack needed to find out what was going on. Striding purposefully to his Jack pulled the laptop from the bottom draw, a half eaten cheese sandwich falling out at the same time. Booting up the laptop he quickly started trawling through the all the news sights, CNN, ABC, Reuters the BBC all of them showing the same strange weather phenomena happening across the globe, however it was whilst trawling through these sites that he found it... a shaky video captured on a camera phone. Jack couldn't believe his eyes over and over he played the same thirty second clip, it showed a giant stone...no not stone more like...mud or earth...destroying downtown D.C he'd seen that creature before he was sure, No certain of it. The book...thats where he'd seen it that was where the answer would lie.

Running over to the crumbling remains of his bookshelf Jack started ripping out books at random in his desperate search for the book and then in horror he remembered....You sold it you fool!
Times had been hard and he'd been forced to auction off much of his book collection in order to pay the rent.
Jack paced restlessly back and forth desperatley trying to solve his predicament then it hit him ...the receipt from the auction house he still had in his desk or so he hoped. Proceeding to throw the contents of his desk across the floor he quickly found it nestled amongst the detritus he gathered over the years. Scanning down the list he eventually found the buyers name and number. Jack dialled the number glancing at his watch as he did so, 9 o'clock they'd be still awake at this hour surely?. The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity before it was finally answered "Hi you don't know me but... a couple years ago you bought a book from me...."
 

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So, the United States was without a federal government, how exciting. Also, the economy should be degrading rapidly by now. It was time to prepare for the worst. Francis checked the basement, where some stores of water jugs, canned food, dehydrated meals, and a few weapons had been kept. The weapons, a .38 revolver, a .45 Colt semi-automaitic, and a 6mm Mannlicher-Carcano were loaded, and ready. More water was being poured into the sinks, and a map to the Omaha zoo was drawn up, for more food if there really was a crisis.

One more thing, though, boarding up. Francis got to that, and started to board up the doors and windows. During this, Francis's cell phone rang, a curious instance, for nobody really called him this late, what was is, 2100 now? It must be really important then. Francis scrambled for the phone, finding it just before it went to voice message. "Francis here. What do you want?" Francis listened as the man explained what information he wanted. "Hmm... A couple years ago you say," Francis replied. "Well, I purchased 48 books from private collections a couple years ago. Can you be any more specific?"
 

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Jack covered the mouth piece before swearing he hadn't banked on this worst of all he couldn't remeber the damn title "it was some battered old book bound in red leather it talked about how the earth was made up of different elements..i can't remember exactly what it said big chunks of it was written in arabic, all i know for sure is that those...things that have been trashing the cities are in that book" Jack knew he sounded crazy and was almost certain the guy was going to hang up on him "...It might be easier if i discuss it in person i am in New York at the moment can we meet up somewhere?"
 

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Francis waited for the man to answer. In the meantime, he grabbed a pen and paper, just in case it was needed. The man responded, a red leather book, about the Ionain elements. Francis thought a minute, had there been any red books about the Ionian elements? Yes, and it was in Arabic. "Yeah, hold on a minute," Francis replied. "I have it right here." Francis ran up the stairs, into a small library with books from Nazi conspiracies to Isaac Asimov fiction to various language dictionaries. Francis found the book.

"Let's see, Ionian elements, their nature, purpose, and manifestations. Written by the Chief Scribe of Uluç Ali Reis, as a gift intended after the victory at İnebahtı. That sound like the book?" Francis put the book down on top of the bookshelf, and walked back to the kitchen. A light rain had started for some reason, oh well. It was nice. "Look, I can't leave my house, you never know what might happen. If you can come here, that would be more favorable, Mr. Connor. By the way, that book was underpriced, I later found out. Pity I say, you could have been pretty rich."
 

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Crystal opened her eyes and took a few moments to gather her thoughts enough to realize that she'd fallen asleep while reading again. She sat up, and groaned as she stretched her arms high above her head. She grabbed the chain of the small reading lamp, which was still on from the night before, tugged it down and switched it off. She looked at the tome she'd finally found and frowned thoughtfully. She had to assimilate what she'd read, and knew that the best way was to get outside and lose herself in some exercise.

She pushed herself out of the library and into the living room. She grabbed an apple from a bowl on the table, set it on her lap, grabbed her keys, and opened the door. She pushed herself out onto the porch and looked around the street. She frowned at the lack of any manner of activity, and looked up and down at the empty street and closed houses. She sighed and moved down the ramp onto the driveway and over to her van. She unlocked the back doors and swung them open. She pulled a racing chair down and set the third wheel up, before shifting herself onto it. She lifted and shoved her other chiar into her van and relocked it.

She tied her useless legs into the harness below her seat before pushing herself out onto the sidewalk. She looked around again, feeling somewhat anxious with the lack of anything in the area. She idly wondered if she was the last person remaining on her street. She saw no cars in driveways or on the street as she began to roll along the sidewalk at a leisurely speed. She dismissed worrying as she leaned forward slightly, and began to thrust her wheels more firmly to gain speed. She dragged her hands to add pressure to make turns as she sped along the sidewalk, while she thought about what she'd read. She'd need to find a library to help her with the next step of her threorizing.

Her thoughts were jostled as well as her being as the ground heaved upward. She grabbed her wheels to try to slow herself down as the ground heaved again. She frowned and slowed to a stop. She unstrapped her legs and slid down out of her chair to stay close to the ground and avoid being flipped as the ground continued to flow in great upheaval.

She looked around in confusion as the shaking stopped almost as soon as it started. She shook her head and muttered, "What the heck is going on with the world?"
 

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Its rage diminished, the element of fire returned to the issue at hand. When it had woken up, it had felt very weak...weaker than it ever had felt. It also could no longer remember what it had been called. This worried it, as it knew there was...the spirit paused, perplexed. It could no longer remember why knowing its name was so important, but it knew there was something that was critical about it. It decided a long, relaxing soak in a volcano might help it relax and reopen the locked doors of its memory, so it headed towards Hawaii.

The spirit of air had reached the largest city in China; Shanghai. The pollution coming from this city was absolutely attrocious! It could sense rage growing inside of it, something that only happened infrequently. It began to spin, and the air around it followed its whims. A massive tornado was soon seen in the air. It elongated and touched the ground. The element of air felt distinctive pleasure in harming those who dared harm the air of the world. Was it not justice to give back what they had given the air?

As soon as Shanghai was in ruins, the spirit of air intended to do the same to the rest of China, but it felt oddly weak. Its power left it in a great rush, and the tornado fell apart. The element of air struggled to stay alert, trying to comprehend what had happened. It decided that the decline of the Earth's air mirrored his own decline...that his power would be diminished as of now. In order to avoid a confrontation while it recovered, it flew back toward the Himalayas.


The spirit of water crashed into the Atlantic Ocean. It was shocked that the element of earth would attack unprovoked. It rose back out of the Atlantic, then shrank, shuddering. The pure amount of POLLUTION in this area was astounding! The water was so dirty, it was a wonder it was not mud or something to a similar effect! The element felt profound sadness for how far its once mighty element had fallen. It left the Atlantic and returned to the city where it had encountered the element of air. The city lay in complete ruins, and it furthered its sadness. It had not wanted to fight the element of air, but it had insisted that the "fall of the air" was all its fault. The spirit of water then noticed a large human-store of water...perhaps a purification center for water. Out of all the elements, water was perhaps the one who felt most benevolent towards the human race, so it flew to the center to purify the water for them.
 

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"Ok then i'll meet you in Omaha besides the Big Apple going the same way as Atlantis, see you in a few days,cheers" with that Jack hung up the phone and made ready for his journey to Omaha. Grabbing his laptop bag from beneath his desk he started to load it with provisions, half a bottle of water, an apple, his laptop and a torch. it wasn't much but it'd have to do, for the last of his supplies Jack leavered up the loose floorboard in the corner of his office within which was his police issue vest and gun stolen the day he had quit four years ago, donning the vest under his coat he felt the comforting weight of kevlar and steel plates, there was no telling what would happen once he left the safety of the office.

With his kit packed Jack crept out into the night, the water now almost waist deep was cold he hoped to god he wouldn't catch hypothermia as trudged down the deserted, car littered streets. if his memory was correct if he cut through the water processing plant then he would be able to join the main road, cross the Hudson and cut through to Union City from there he hoped to catch a greyhound or something the rest of the way it was going to be a very long drive.

The Journey was uneventful everyone who could leave had left or died trying as Jack approach the Purification plant he noticed an odd shimering in the air and then he saw it. Paralysed Jack couldn't help but stare up at it a giant shimering blue fish...it floated in the air majestically circling the plant...he found it had to belive that this wonderous thing of beauty had caused so much destruction? all the same Jack decided taking a different route across the Hudson might be more fortuitous no matter how peaceful it seemed.
 

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Crystal remained on the ground for a few moments, waiting for any after-shocks that might occur. When nothing happened, she spied her apple not far off. She leaned over and grabbed it. She sat up and brushed it off, biting into it thoughtfully, as she leaned against her other hand. She took another bite as she spied movement a block or two away. Several figures appeared to be kicking in the door of one of the abandoned houses. She sighed, and shook her head. She pulled herself over to her chair and righted it. She bit the apple into her teeth, holding as if she'd just won at apple-bobbing, as she pulled herself up. She strapped her legs back into the harness, noting the figures slowly emerging from the house.

She tipped her chair back, lifting the front wheel off the pavement, twisted in place and began pushing herself away in the opposite direction. She wheeled along the sidewalk as she tried to formulate alternate options of approach for the library. She turned at the next corner and headed for a cross street. She slowed to a stop and remained still. She muttered, "What am I doing? This is insanity, and there won't be answers at the hodunk Nutley Library." She frowned and shook her head.
 

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Francis nodded, though the caller couldn't see it. "Yeah that's fine. I want to warn you though..." But the caller had hung up. Oh well, Francis thought. It wasn't like they were meeting at his house, where the man would surely die without proper instructions from Francis. All there was left to do was wait, wait, and wait. In the meantime, between meals, and watching the news, Francis read the book written for an admiral who was supposed to win a battle. Now, of course, the Ottomans never did win Lepanto. The book was never given to Ali Reis, most likely, and it had sat in the scribe's study for years. It was found in 1981, sold to a few guys, sold to Mr. Connor, and bought by Francis.

A few days later, and much informaiton learned, Francis left his safehouse, in a BMW 535is, black of course. With him was the book in a paper sack, his revolver in a shoulder holster under his coat, a civilian market version of a buletproof vest being worn under said harness, and his rifle in the backseat. Francis arrived at the suggested place, and he waited there, in the car, munching on a doughnut he had purchased from a nearby Krispy Kreme. Luckily not everybody had ran away from Omaha. There were actually only a ten person net loss, after you counted all those that left, and those that came from cities on the coasts.
 

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Dave rested on the outskirts of New York City. He had come a long way since leaving rural New Hampshire. The Big Apple was now a wilderness no less wild then the one he had left behind, just in an entirely different way. He sipped on water from one of the several Vitaminwater bottles in his backpack. There was water all around him, but he dared not drink it until it had been boiled twice and strained through his charcoal filter. He knew from experience that he was being obsessive, but he felt that the water was especially unsafe. He had drank things worse than it, but he could have cared less.
 
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